randomly poetic things, day 1: the hole

I'll dig myself out of this hole. Eventually. I think I saw something I really liked when I was down here, you know?

Everyone wants me to be out of the hole. Everyone says, hey, you'll get injured. I have gotten injured being in the hole. I'm not denying that. I might not tell people every time I had been injured but at the end of the day it still happened- I'm pretty sure that upset a few people. Not because they cared, but because they were afraid of losing me.

I always try help people out of the hole. I know what it's like, and I don't really want others falling in love with it like I did. It's not a nice feeling, to be in it. Even if I like what's here. But what do I like about the hole?

I think it's because I know I'll always have somebody to talk to, because if I'm no longer in the hole, am I really that interesting?